Read an excerpt from Broc Rossell's poetry sequence in TCR 3.25:

23 Feb. 2015

Down the down
street listing glassward
your ear the open
always over another
pavement down
to the light now
I ask your hair
a question another
question I perpendicular
leave you to your evening I leave the
evening for a light bulb an umbrella
a hunch a lemon
tree in the graveyard
of desire to see
your hair fall
as when I look at
your face and see
only your face